On that note, I'd like to point you in the direction of my writing journal, linked to at the bottom of my profile. Many fanfics that haven't been posted here are there, including Naesala/literally everyone, a few more Sanaki/Naesala fanfics, and the higher-rated fanfiction. (You'll have to join the community to see those, though.)
We now return to your regularly scheduled drabble.
"My dearest husband-"
"Your only husband, I should hope."
Sanaki sighed. "You know what I mean, Naesala."
"Of course." He smirked. "Go on."
"I thought I might… experiment a bit."
"That can't be a good sign," Naesala muttered.
"I'm better at it now! It won't be a repeat of the chocolate sauce incident!" she huffed.
"I still have nightmares about that. Are you certain you're ready?"
"Of course I am! Don't you trust me, Naesala?"
"I trust you on a battlefield," he replied smoothly, "but not in a kitchen. And you are not getting me to eat anything you've made."